Los tres mosqueteros

Ladies and Gentleman, this evening I am more than happy to introduce a highly noble hit of the season (which, by the way, I hope is about to hit more seasons :)) of which I'm in awe and which keeps calm despite the whole fuss I create.
Boys and girls, feel pleased to have the honour of getting to know Mr know-all Walnut, Mrs cuddly Almond and Mr Cashew the Bruiser :D
Something I helped myself to during one of passionate lectures at UAM when every minute seems to be an eternity and every word of the prof. K. seems to weigh thousand tones (nevertheless, I am glad I'm back... There is some magic indeed in those meetings every other week - thanks to my girls, I guess, and my unrestrained hunger for knowledge).
It is how I discovered how brainy Spaniards can be, how expensive it is to travel to the south of Europe, how to make a calorie bomb out of already calorific nuts and... what is the best dummy for a miniature flagpole once you feel like taking a photo for your blog ;)

And in the present state of my mind (what/who is in it), my taste in music (what gives me goose pimples) and my bikini area & legs (how smooth they are ;D) the three musketeers come into even greater prominence. With clean (washed??) conscience and power I can revise (shouldn't I know something in the first place so as to revise? ;p), improve and learn (the last word seems the best)* Spanish.
And so I read what they write on the package and I feel as if my love towards the language is expanding (Dear English, you are still my number one... though sooner or later I'm to have a (secret?) lover) -> "Soy vital" is something I can still react calmly and reasonably to (yet I believe it 100% which is not all that reasonable) but "Bañados en chocolate" literally flies me to the moon. It's pure poetry and I wouldn't put it in a more delicate, ethereal and tempting way myself ;)

Entonces, ya que estoy escribiendo una nota sobre nogales españoles tengo que presentar mi mísero nivel de la lengua ;) Creo que hay un poquitito peligro que mi estimados mosqueteros no van a entender inglés y este sería impensable

* I've noticed there are (too?) many digressions in what I write. I think too much... if it's possible. I guess should clean my mind before cleaning anything else <- nothing particular in mind.

Peas and carrot for peace and quiet

In order to relish tranquility, equanimity, to keep one's head and one's attained weight. I'm telling you, once you notice:
- that the pair of old trousers (the ones that are one size smaller) fits you;
- that your belly does not shake like a bowl full of jelly (regards, Santa!!) once a bus tries to get through yet another street under construction (God, bless EURO 2012!);
- that your legs could not look more gorgeous in the lycra-tights-and-a-smart-mini combination;
- that you intimidate* boys (or should I say men?) and piss off* girls (as I am the only proper woman in a crowd) with your shape (* pretty much everything you wish to do :))
... you feel like peas and carrots are your best friends indeed! The satisfaction is the biggest prize ever.

I am not saying you are to eat vegetables only but rather to be a bit calorie cautious and make use of your counting skills gained during primary school (really! it's all you need -> adding 100kcal contained in 'kefir' and 70kcal contained in one apple does not sound like complex mathematics).
But it's not all I eat, God forbid! There is plenty (a highly subjective issue, supposedly) of room for eggs, TESCO bread (do not confuse with the cheap one), milk and even a square of dark 'Wedel' in the morning (sometimes I feel like this is the only reason why I am willing to get up at 07.07 am ;)).
however, being calorie cautious is a tough choice. People just don't get it! Has everybody got this an-old-grumpy-aunt approach according to which:
- if you devour pretty much everything that is within reach then you are 100% healthy
- if you refuse to eat broth just because you feel like otherwise you are not capable of eating the second course (except for wedding receptions) you definitely must be one of the following: anorexia person, bulimia person, a 5th year student with psychological disorders, a burnt-out English teacher, a single 24-year-old on the edge of commiting suicide, a desperate non-housewife whose e-mail address tells that she is confused and underestimates herself.
Ladies and Gentlemen! I am NOT any of the mentioned above. I just feel like life begins at 24 and I do want to look irresistible at this particular time!! ;D